A Method

At the club entrance, Zhou En stared in disbelief at the crowd blocking the school's club.

What the hell is going on?

Zhou En became suspicious, standing a short distance away, unable to move forward.

But the others weren't stupid. Someone immediately spotted Zhou En not far away.

"There's Zhou En!" someone shouted. All eyes turned to Zhou En, and then they swarmed towards him like hungry wolves.

Zhou En's scalp tingled. After getting a clear look at the approaching crowd, he realized they were reporters.

"Classmate Zhou En, are you confident about the competition for official team member status?"

"Classmate Zhou En, can you tell us how you gained such strength in just three months? Do you have a special training method?"

"Classmate Zhou En, do you think you can lead the school to first place?"

A barrage of questions hit Zhou En, overwhelming him. He felt completely bewildered.

"Make way, everyone, make way." Just then, a familiar voice called out. Zhou En looked up and saw it was Su Lin.

Zhou En pushed through the crowd and came to Su Lin's side, asking in a low voice, "What is going on?"

Su Lin also whispered back, "I'll tell you later, for now, come back to the club with me."

Seeing the large beads of sweat on Su Lin's forehead, Zhou En knew this wasn't the place to talk.

The two pushed through the crowd and quickly entered the club.

"Everyone who wants to interview Zhou En, please do so after Zhou En represents the school in the competition," Su Lin said as he closed the club door.

"Does that mean Zhou En is definitely going to be an official team member?" a persistent reporter immediately asked a sharp question.

Su Lin didn't want to deal with the reporter. After all, the best response was silence.

But Zhou En, who had just debuted, didn't have such a steady temperament. After roughly understanding the reporter's meaning, he patted his chest and guaranteed, "Naturally."

Su Lin's face darkened. The worst-case scenario had happened. He yanked Zhou En into the club.

Bang! The club door slammed shut instantly.

"Classmate Zhou En, Classmate Zhou En!" the reporters shouted, unwilling to give up.

But the club door was closed, and no one answered no matter how loudly they yelled.

"How could you be so reckless?" Su Lin said, frustrated, as soon as the door closed.

Zhou En was confused and retorted, "What exactly happened?"

Su Lin sighed and shook his head. "Zhou En, are the people lying on the mountain behind the snack street outside the school the ones you beat up?"

Zhou En nodded.

Although he had expected it, hearing Zhou En admit it made him gasp.

He reached out and patted Zhou En's shoulder, sighing, "I didn't expect your progress to be so fast."

He remembered when Zhou En was just a newbie martial artist he looked up to. Now, in just three months, he had become someone comparable to an official team member.

"It was Chubby who leaked this," Su Lin said, seeing Zhou En's anxious look.

"Zhou En, I'm sorry. I wanted to find evidence for you, but I didn't expect this to happen."

Just then, Chubby, the person involved, walked over with a guilty expression and said to Zhou En.

"But with me watching your back, you don't have to worry."

Then Chubby briefly explained the live broadcast situation to Zhou En. Zhou En felt like crying and laughing but was also touched.

At this moment, only his brothers would consider him.

"Right, did you really beat those people up?" Chubby still asked uncertainly.

Zhou En nodded, essentially admitting it.

Chubby was also quite surprised, circling Zhou En. He seemed to be trying to find some clues from Zhou En.

"Alright, we'll talk about this later," Su Lin interrupted Zhou En and Chubby's reunion.

"Zhou En, you have to understand that you've publicly challenged the Iron Blood Gang in front of the reporters," Su Lin said gravely.

Zhou En clearly looked worried.

"Li Hui might not be a big shot in the Iron Blood Gang, but you beat up all his subordinates and then declared in front of reporters that you would defeat Li Hui."

"The Iron Blood Gang definitely won't let you off."

Hearing this, Zhou En did start to panic. He knew he could be impulsive and stubborn, but he never expected to make such a huge mistake.

Seeing Zhou En's panicked expression, Su Lin softened his tone. "Even though you've offended the Iron Blood Gang, they won't pay much attention to a small fry like you."

"At most, they'll have Li Hui beat you in the competition."

Zhou En felt a little annoyed by this. What do you mean, small fry?

However, Zhou En had to accept the reality. If he didn't secure a spot as an official team member, he wouldn't be able to get his graduation certificate.

In this era, not having a diploma was equivalent to a death sentence.

Zhou En clenched his fists.

"Su Lin, I need your advice. Li Hui has already seen my Sun Character Consecutive Fist, and I'm sure he's figured out how to counter it."

"What changes do I need to make to fix this weakness?"

Su Lin gave a wry smile.

"Man, you think too highly of me. If it were that easy to improve upon the wisdom of predecessors, I'd already be famous."

Zhou En's disappointment was evident.

Chubby patted Zhou En's shoulder, trying to comfort him. "Zhou En, don't worry, we'll find a way."

Of course, that was just lip service.

The three of them pondered deeply, but no good solution came to mind.

Days passed, and the selection for official team members drew closer.

The atmosphere in the club grew increasingly tense.

Everyone knew that after this selection, the five official team members would represent the school in the provincial martial arts competition.

This was the best opportunity to bring glory to the school, and also the best chance to make a name for themselves.

Therefore, everyone was seizing the moment for their final training, hoping to become one of the official team members.

Meanwhile, Zhou En felt the heaviest burden. To this day, he hadn't come up with any way to fix the flaws in his Sun Character Consecutive Fist.

During this time, Zhou En had also consulted a vast amount of martial arts literature, but it only deepened his despair. The more he learned, the more he realized how difficult it was to fix the weakness of the Sun Character Consecutive Fist in a short amount of time.

"Zhou En, let's go. Let's head back early and rest today. Tomorrow is the selection match for the official team members," Chubby said to Zhou En, who was hitting a sandbag.

"No, I'm not leaving. If I can't figure out a solution today, I'm not leaving," Zhou En said stubbornly.

"Zhou En, you absolutely cannot overdo it with today's training, or how will you face tomorrow's competition?" Chubby admonished him.